Chapter Twenty-Eight

He wanted to take her somewhere nice–hell, he wanted to take her everywhere. But tonight, they were celebrating the fact that they had survived a relationship that had lasted nearly a year; a record for him. The fact that he had to take her fifty miles outside of the city was a bit daunting, but they were dealing with it. The restaurant was lit mostly by candlelight, and when she would look at him, he could see it reflected in the depths of her chocolate brown eyes. He was constantly amazed at her change in appearance, she could become so many different people, all of whom he was attracted to. Whether it be the tomboy jumping into a garbage bin to root through the muck and slime for some kind of evidence they could use, or the woman who would sit quietly in the mornings and manicure her nails to perfection, she enthralled him. Sometimes his attraction to her was so strong that it frightened him, but in the end, no matter which persona she was allowing to shine through–they all would end with the explosive, fiery lover that she could turn into.

He looked at her dress as she sat across the table from him; silk that draped down to show him just a hint of the breasts he knew as well as his own hand. The sensuous fabric then went on to fall above her knee, allowing those wonderfully long legs to be shown to perfection. Some days, they would spend their time reading on his sofa, each occupying their own end with their own books or magazines as she would have her feet on his lap and he would absently rub them for her, and even during those times, he could easily be turned on by those long legs. But he had to admit, there was something special when she wore heels with a dress or skirt. He didn't even mind the fact that in three-inch spikes, she was about as tall as him, if not a bit taller. It mattered little because he knew that in the end, he would have her to himself and strip those shoes off before showing her just how much he appreciated the way she displayed herself for him.

"Did I tell you how handsome you look tonight?" Sara asked as she lifted her foot slightly, running her toe up his pant-leg until she came in contact with skin above his sock.

"I'm the one who should be complimenting you. You're lovely, my dear." He opened his napkin and looked at the dish in front of him. "But if you don't stop your antics under the table, we may just have to skip the dancing portion of our evening and go straight home to finish this up properly."

She gave him half a smile and kept her foot where it was. "Are you saying that we'll end the evening "properly" even if we do go dancing?"

"Unless you've got other plans, my evening is all yours."

"Alright." She removed her foot as she began eating her salad. "I want to dance with you tonight. Then we'll–well, ya know."

"Then dance, we will." He couldn't help but smile at her. "Then we'll "ya know" until I run out of energy."

This made her giggle as she looked at him. "Considering that you only woke up about two hours ago, your energy could run all night."

"I'll try my best."

They finished their dinner and moved to the another part of the building where he held her in his arms and danced as closely as he wanted to; as long as he wanted to; without having to worry about his co-workers watching them. And when he felt the need to meet her lips with his, he certainly did that too.

They didn't seem to want to break their contact on the drive back to Vegas as they either held hands or reached out to touch one another's thighs. When they were only twenty miles from home, Grissom didn't seem satisfied with a passive hand to her lower appendage. Without being immediately aware of it, the feel of satin over her thigh was arousing him and his thumb and fingers began stroking the cloth on skin. He wasn't even aware of slowly pulling the cloth up to reveal bare thigh to which he spread his hand and started massaging. His need seemed to sneak up on him as his hand moved higher, taking in the texture of the satin and lace covering her apex.

"Gil?" Sara breathed as she looked over at him.

God, but she looked good enough to eat, he thought as he noticed how the dashboard lights brought a glow about her. Suddenly the picture of her on the fender of his car flashed through his mind with such intensity that it felt like a jolt to his groin. He pulled his hand back and put it on the steering wheel, but instead of driving on, he took the next exit that lead into the desert. After that, he took the first small road he could find and drove about a mile into the darkness; their headlights being the only lights he could see other than the moon from up above. As he stopped the car, he turned more fully toward her and unhooked her seatbelt. He pulled her over against him and met her lips with his own, tasting the wine she had with dinner, tasting her. He felt her unhook his seatbelt, then felt her hand wander across his chest moving up to his tie. She used both hands as she untied the fabric then pulled it from around his neck. He wasn't really aware of when she unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. He was beginning to drown in sensations as he leaned over her and let their tongues duel in a battle that they would both win.

"Come on," he murmured against her lips then pulled back from her. "Out here."

He was on his feet in an instant, going around the front of the car to meet her as she was just closing her door. He wanted her so badly that if he didn't possess her soon, he was afraid he would lose it right there. He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into his kiss again, backing her up against the car until she could go no farther. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and removed one arm at a time then let it drop onto the sand. He released her long enough to take in the sight of her and she was breathtaking as she looked back at him. Her eyes traveled from his face to his chest and arms, then back again. He was getting familiar with the expression she was wearing and he swore, it made him feel like a god! Her admiration for him brought the slightest of smiles to him, knowing that at times like this, her hunger for him was just as intense as his was for her.

"God, Gil," she sighed as she watched him. "I swear, sometimes you take my breath away."

He didn't need any other encouragement as he moved back to her and pressed her against the fender then lifted her slightly until she was sitting on its edge. He was kissing her again as his hands moved to the top of her dress and pulled it down until she pulled her arms from her sleeves. He pushed it all the way to her waist, revealing her bra, that in the semi-darkness could only be described as something light, perhaps pink or white, but when his fingers grazed the fabric, he could feel the lace that surrounded her breasts. He bent her back until she was lying on the hood of his car and his mouth traveled down to her neck, then on to her breasts as she cradled him to her. He slid his hands down her waist and traveled down those glorious legs, feeling their silkiness as he slid back up their length and under her dress. He reached the thin strap of her panties and drew it over her hips, then stepped back far enough to pull them off, before resuming his feast on her mounds of flesh. He reached for the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling himself free of the confines of his pants before moving up to her and finally pressing his length inside of her velvety core. Christ! He didn't think there was any sensation quite like filling Sara Sidle with himself. And her responses never ceased to amaze him, going from cat-like purrs to moans and sometimes low-toned screams. He couldn't seem to slow himself as his hips bucked against her. She pulled his head back up so her lips could meet with his and he reached for her legs, sliding his large hands over her bottom, then up her thighs and finally holding her beneath her knees. He felt as if he could ride her for hours, and die from the pleasure of it, but when he felt her reaching her climax and her walls started fluttering around him, he knew he was close. The stronger her climax became, the more he knew he couldn't hold out any longer and when she arched against him, telling him, "more, more," he couldn't stop the thrusts that had him sheathed within her to the hilt, over and over, harder and harder until his explosion finally overtook him and he released her legs, leaning his elbows on the car to support himself as he remained on top of her. He lay with her, both hearts beating against one another, eventually slowing to their normal speed as she stroked the back of his head.

"Gil?" Sara alerted him, making him raise his head and look at her, seeing how she was gazing off to the left of them. "We have to get up–someone's coming."

He looked in the direction she was watching and saw the lights approaching from a distance. He quickly kissed her lips once more and withdrew from her. He held her hand as she stepped down from his fender, then opened the door for her and deposited her inside. On the way around to his side, he grabbed his jacket, as well as the white panties that were still lying on his hood. He was in the car, turning around by the time the other vehicle was still a good quarter of a mile away. As he returned to the highway, he reached over and grabbed her hand then pulled it up to his mouth and kissed it. Another glance at her showed him how she was staring at him again. Man, this was going to be a long drive back home.

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Grissom listened to Brass explain who the young man was that was lying on the cement floor in a pool of blood, then he explained who the two women were standing behind him, huddled in a blanket. He listened to David explain that the man evidently had died from a wound to the upper leg and pelvic area. The thought that they had to search for a missing penis ran through Grissom's mind. This was going to be a hell of a night. It was clear that whoever the man was, he had been actively involved with both women.

"Well, in my experience, I found that most threesomes end up being one too many." Grissom explained to David, bringing a look from Warrick that could only be explained as a "you've got to be kidding" look. "Eh," Grissom thought. "Let him wonder about it." Grissom went on to instruct David to check to make sure they hadn't performed a Lorena Bobbitt on the man, to which David reluctantly complied, then quickly assured him that the man was definitely intact. "Thank God," Grissom thought. He was in no mood to send everyone out looking for the young man's family treasures.

He continued his investigation with Warrick working in the garage with him, while Sara and Greg checked the inside of the house. He found both women at the scene amazingly beautiful, but of late, such things seemed to pass right over him. His eyes sought out Sara, and when she finally came out of the building and saw him looking for her, she flashed him one of those smiles that blocked out the rest of the world for him. It was going to be a long night and any thoughts of going home with Sara in the morning were quickly tossed aside. They worked into the next evening, each taking small cat naps when they could fit them in.

He finally got a chance to see her again as she was in the layout room, explaining to him, as well as Warrick, her findings regarding the younger woman's telephone history. He was captivated as usual as he listened to her, watching her decipher what had been going on for the past months through telephone calls.

"Every time this chick calls Tom, somebody gets shot," Warrick observed.

"It's like thermite," Grissom told him.

"Thermite?" Sara asked with a puzzled look.

"When you combine two seemingly harmless elements, aluminum and rust, press them together, add heat–it creates an explosion so hot it'll burn through steel. Powerful, but uncontrollable, it burns and burns until it burns itself out, finally consuming both elements."

"I guess some people just shouldn't be together," Sara told him, turning his attention more fully on her as he wondered just what the hell "that" meant.

He watched her turn and leave the room with Warrick and didn't have a chance to see her again until after she returned from picking up a suspect with Brass, at which time he watched her walk past his office and down the hall. He got up from his desk and followed her as she headed in the direction of the locker room. As she was about to turn the corner she paused slightly and looked over her shoulder, a half-smile turning up her lips as she saw him, then kept moving out of his sight. He turned the corner but didn't see her until the door to the right opened and she caught his shirt to pull him inside with her. He glanced around to see the cot that she would sometimes nap on.

"What's up, Grissom?" She asked as she moved with him until he was leaning against the door and she was pressed up against him, gazing into his eyes. "You're following me–don't deny it."

"Some people shouldn't be together?" He asked sarcastically, bringing another smile to her.

"Ah–so does this mean you think "we" create explosions so hot it burns through steel?" She asked as she raised her arms and stroked his bearded cheeks.

"Don't you?" He asked, still slightly concerned, although he was definitely getting the feeling that she was baiting him again.

"Oh, honey, I've known we would be powerful and uncontrollable for years. It just took you alot longer to realize it."

"So you "are" saying that we shouldn't be together?" He asked with a raised brow.

"As far as I'm concerned, we haven't burned ourselves out. We definitely consume one another–but I think we'll keep burning for a long time."

This time, he smiled at her with satisfaction and dipped his head to kiss her, sliding his hands down to cup her buttocks and give them a squeeze which made her chuckle against him.

"See–we've still got a lot of fire left in us yet."